Carry On My Wayward Son...

Folk #1: There is a certain peace that comes with the retreat to silence. Overloaded to the point of saturation. A turning away from the insanity & B.S. (see previous post). Processing through the noise. We are onto other things. Carrying on in the face of a decidedly grim reality, and pushing through to another, sunnier, perspective. Picking & choosing where to put one's attention. A survival tactic, a way of Life. Concentrating on the small, near to hand things. The way of Zen. Stripping things down to the essential. A clearing, a healing.